The Late-Late-Late Show
Do I have the thing for you!
The clock flashed on the bedside table, 4:52, 4:52, 4:52. The time had been the same ever since the storm knocked out the power. The TV flickered through channels. The remote was broken. It hadn’t worked ever since I threw it at the wall and it shattered, and now the channels passed in a blur, now hair serums, now Tupperware, now late-night shows with vapid celebrities nobody ever heard of talking about their outfits.
“Have you found Jesus?” A pastor asked.
“I didn’t know he was missing,” I muttered.
Change.
“Look at that!” the vacuum salesman exclaimed. “Our patented Tornadox technology gives you a vacuum that sucks more powerfully than–”
Change.
“That girl from the coffee shop!” Joey said.
Change.
“Do you feel lost?”
Change.
“Like you’ve lost your purpose in life?”
Change.
“Aches and pains? Sniffles and wheezes?”
Change.
“Then do I have the thing for you!”
Change.
“The Late-Late–”
Change.
“Late–Late–”
Change.
“Late late late late late late late late late late late–”
About the Creator
Patrick Juhl
Born in California, live in Tennessee. Wanna know more? Well maybe there are hints hidden in code in each of my stories. But probably not. I've got a black cat named Peewee.
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